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  *Freya*

  Kelly's hands clamped down on my shoulders like evil vices, her nails digging painfully into my skin. I struggled against her grip, trying desperately to break free, but it was no use. Kelly was stronger than me, fueled by a rage that seemed to give her inhuman strength.

"Kelly, stop!" I cried out, my voice high and panicked. "What are you doing?"

"What I should have done a long time ago," Kelly hissed, her face inches from mine. "Getting rid ...